Don’t want your charity

Why do I sense, benevolence You stand tall at my great expense

Thick words of gratitude, what a price to pay

Stuck in my throat, I sell every word I say

But I don't want your charity Twisting me round

I don't want your charity Keeping me down…

Why does your world keep burying Gorging much deeper, than it's ever been

Rubbing still harder, salt on my hurt Licking my burns while I grovel in your dirt

But I don't want your charity Twisting me round I don't want your charity Keeping me down…

You pity me with your tasteless gestures Gratitude for kind But your bludgeoned,

intentioned objectives Are screwing with my mind, screwing with my mind

But I don't want your charity Twisting me round I don't want your charity Keeping me down…

But I don't want your charity Twisting me round I don't want your charity Keeping me down…